"Ugh, ah! So numb—like I've been electro—electrocuted—"
"This old man's body—completely numb—numb—"
"My true essence—move—move—why can't it move?!"
"My thoughts—so slow—chaotic—blurred—"
"Wait—no! My Cultivation—it's draining away rapidly! What is happening?!"
"What kind of wicked art is this? It can—it can dissolve my Cultivation!"
"Spare me—aaahhh! Senior—Senior, spare me—don't dissolve my Cultivation!!"
Beneath the shroud of the pitch-black canopy, the hundred cultivators discovered in terror that the true essence and Cultivation they had always been so proud of were rapidly melting away beneath the wrapping, searing strands of thunderflame at an unprecedented speed.
Their physiques, divine souls, vital essence, and life force consequently began plummeting like an avalanche.
This truly was the end of them.
Wave after wave of shrill screams and despairing howls immediately erupted from within the thunderflame canopy.
The three juniors beyond the arena were so horrified that their souls nearly fled their bodies. Trembling violently, they stammered, "These big shots' Cultivation is all—all regressing!"
"That six-digit powerhouse has already fallen to four digits!"
"It's still dropping! They're almost falling below the Fetal Breath Realm—my heavens!"
"W-what kind of method is this? It's simply unheard of!"
"That glittering golden powerhouse is a demon god—he's practically a demon god!"
Amid their terrified shock, the thunderflame canopy vanished into thin air after only a few moments.
All that remained were a hundred gaunt figures, their auras as faint as candles flickering in the wind.
They were the cultivators of the various clans who had been incomparably arrogant just moments ago.
Now, their true essence and Cultivation had been completely dissolved, every one of them reduced to the pitiful Fetal Breath Realm.
At the same time, these cultivators, whose lifespans routinely stretched for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, lost the support of their true essence.
The long years